our ass laugh



The last page of the symphony
&
The first page of the race
As the limping priest
Hails the closing doors of the bus .. 

--To no Avail-

They're laundering rocket ships
&
The poor have a hard time buying
A
Mobile .. 

Hey,
Ride the train,
Or buy a pretzel stand .. 

Just don't blame me or
Someone else
You don't know .. 

We all either make or follow
Our own reasons to laugh .. 

Laugh hard or
Soft-

Choose the same air
To fart 
From your asses ..